"In an old public hospital a forgotten man lies all alone. The sheats can barely keep him warm in the cockroach infested hospital room. Outside the dirt-clogged window the snow falls like gentle angels, while a couple of sparrows sing by the window. In a table by the bed is a vase with a near-withered rose."
cold white walls are my only comfort as the freezing air numbs my frail skin only the fire within soothes my tired soul bringing shelter from this cold winter chill
Sparrows by my window sing a haunting tune of hope and warmth to ease my tired soul these small, gentle creatures show more love and care for the sick and decrepit ones than the people I have met
They bring to life pictures of my past all grey and bleak devoid of any colour